As soon as the parachute hits the ground and Miss Mary starts singing, "Come under my umbrella, umbrella, umbrella...," Colin is scrambling off the edges and burying himself under the parachute. I wouldn't have guessed that he'd say the word "under" by the time he was 18 months old, but he learned it at Gymboree, and he uses it all the time. "Under!" he shouted, when a non-Gymboree music instructor pulled out a parachute, and he dove into the middle of it. (She had to pull him out by his waist!) "Under?" he asks, and hands me one of his baby brother's swaddling blankets, and once I put it over his head and mine, I sing him Twinkle Twinkle, and then he pulls it off, hands it back to me, and we do it again. "Under," he says, as he climbs into the kitchen cabinet we leave empty for him, and he closes the door and plays peek-a-boo. "Under!" I hear, from under the table, under a chair, through a tunnel at Gymboree or the playground, as I pull a shirt over his head, or when he climbs all the way under his crib to retrieve any pacifiers that fell during the night. It's one little word from a boy who's learning hundreds of words now. But for us, "under" represents all that Colin has discovered and practiced in the safe playroom at Gymboree, with familiar faces and routines, and that he then takes out into the world with confidence and joy.
Class Type: Play & Learn